my first love was a 11 year old bookworm of English extraction named Henrietta. From the night our eyes met over a "Babylon the Great" book I was deeply and forever smitten. That was in 1968, this is now. Etta is still single and pionneering .. meanwhile, one thousand miles away in a dense forest of eucalptus and wombats, i'm single but pioneering of a different and more literal sort.
Dear Aunty Focus .. some questions remain:
Should I go back and see if I can take her away from all that and into all this?
Was I a pedophile for loving an 11 year old? (even though I was only 10 and a half and we pioneered together but never even touched .. not even when passing books?
Do wombats really have four skins?
unclebruce.